Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 398: A secret will never remain a secret...

"To play the final leg?" Julian probed. To some extent, he didn’t actually understand what Davis meant by final leg.

Had there been precedents?

Had there been such an occurrence in the past that he wasn’t yet aware of?

From his investigations, he had gathered only fragments...how Davis Allen’s father, Alex Allen, and his wife had both died in an accident.

But beyond that, the information in his possession amounted to nothing more than the general knowledge already known by the public about the Allen family.

Julian realized he had only traced how his sister had gotten into the family. Perhaps his groundwork hadn’t been as thorough as it should have been.

Davis gave a curt nod. "Yes." His voice was firm, deliberate, "I will take this time to finish what that person started."

"I will take this time to uncover everyone behind every single plot and scheme that has plagued the Allen family," his tone carrying the weight of resolve.

He paused, his gaze hardening. "This has gone on long enough. I have delayed it for too long. Now... I will be settling every outstanding score."

His parents’ deaths.

His own accident.

His mother-in-law’s untimely death.

And now...someone had the guts of the person to make a move on his wife.

He could not allow the perpetrators to walk the face of the earth while she lay unconscious, barely living, fighting for her life. That would be injustice...not only to her, but to himself.

Perhaps, he had been too soft, too accommodating or was he too weak, but from this moment, he had made his decision and that he will achieve.

Julian’s eyes narrowed as he studied Davis’s expression...his voice tinged with biting coldness, the clenched jaw, the hands curling tightly into fists, and there is no doubt his heart might also be burning with fury.

"Will you be needing any help?" He asked. Though he already had his own plans for the person that was bold enough to lay their filthy hands on his sister, he doesn’t mind lending an extra hand.

"It wouldn’t hurt in the least," he mused.

Davis gave it a brief thought, his eyes softened as they fell on the woman in the ICU. "Not really," he said quietly. "If there’s anything I might need, I won’t be shy to ask."

one left lying unconscious. This was his battle to fight, his debt to collect,

face and shook his head lightly. There was no doubt...Country Y was about to

murmured.

burning hotter in his heart. "Julian, I’ll make a move first,"

Julian’s voice

he called, walking up to him. "See your children first. They were

weighing the words, then nodded.

who had been standing a few feet away, exhaled with visible relief

so different from the simple man who had just been conversing with Davis. "Aside from the Dean, no other medical

wanted nothing but vengeance, but he wasn’t about to risk or take any chances

easily hold him responsible and accountable for any wrong

the NICU, Davis’s fist clenched by his side. This was supposed to be a joyous

the rhythmic beeping of monitors. The sound weighed ominously on Davis’s chest.

the sanitation station stopped

deep breath and stepped forward, the frosted glass doors parted softly. The faint glow from within spilled into the hall, warmer than the stark lights

Dean Mark said

the thought of seeing his children, he wondered how he could

and

in his chest, he wanted to turn around. He exhaled slowly. Then, with a

softer, quieter, filled with the rhythmic beeping of monitors

protective chambers, glowing faintly under gentle lamps that mimicked

soft halos of light over the tiny forms inside. Sterile air carried

placed a reassuring hand on Davis’s

he said quietly.

stepping forward with hesitant reverence. His eyes locked on the twins which are impossibly small, their skin almost translucent, each

womb, but to Davis, they were more

wall for a moment, his tall figure

needed something to hold onto, but the only thing anchoring him now

beside him gestured

come closer, Mr. Allen. Just don’t open the

a palm softly against the clear wall of the incubator, wishing the barrier weren’t there, wishing he

accident," he murmured, his eyes stung, his heart

his unborn children were already suffering, tied

be in vain,"

a tiny hand flexing, fingers curling